Oh quaker oatmeal, how I heart you.
You are empty of taste like I am of soul
But you are still so healthy for me
It makes me want to cry.
I eat you right out of the canister
or I boil you in water
until you're nice and soft
and I can wait no longer.
I pour on grape jelly or jam
or I cover you in brown sugar,
just two ways to ensure
that the taste you lack is there for good
If only I could color my soul in such a way
Rest assured, that I would.